I ain't mad at allBought a fat jam to make you flip the scriptDon't want to sleep and misbehaveUnderstand what I'm saying

I'm all about makin' some fat LouiseSo I can buy my kidsMotorcycles, candybars, Peter PaulFlavor Flave, he ain't mad at allBoye

Poppa's got a brand new flav so onceAgain here we goAgain here we goAgain here we goAgain here we goI ain't mad at allI ain't mad at allI ain't mad at all

What you knowWhat you know bout that boy?

Noodles, neon noodlesOn a fifth chillin' with a toyHe's chillin'Thought he had a pit bullEating brussel sprouts but he had a big biteHe tried to bite meHe tried to get meI turned around and IHit him with my bike

They picked me upPut me in a wagonThe bottom fell out and my ass start draggin'

Who put the cuffs on FlavaWhy you gonna go and do thatHe's the Flavor mack He's the Flavor mack

I ain't mad at allI ain't mad at all

Yo check out my honey hoe'sSing that shit gee

There's a Flavor FlavSo what your girlieBefore she want to sneak out earlyCause on the diFlavor snatched her up

First there was superflyBut Flavor's got more styleAnd you can't tell because your crackin up

Let me hear you say

Kick it

Kick it

I ain't mad at allI ain't mad at allI ain't mad at allI ain't mad at allI ain't mad at allI ain't mad at all

I got the feeling I got to tell yaYou be a starAnd the man try to jail yaI don't polluteSo why should I give a hootYou askWhy you livin' foul

Na na na na na na

Why they want to keep me down?

Cause you got Flavor workin' day and night

Why you want to play meLike fried ice creamGive me nightmaresCan't never have a nice dream

I feel like bustin' loose

Bustin' looseGive me a break y'all

You can try to cop my styleBut Flavor Flav got too much on fileBoyee

I don't want to go but I can't stay here no more

I ain't mad at all

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You flatlinin', you flatlinin' you know what I'm sayin'Who put the cuffs